Zekeriya Guser – Captivated conductor of my very own extraordinary journey.

Don’t we always love to say ‘this film changed my life’ or maybe a song or a fight; I don’t know anything… And these so-called spectacular events always start in magical ways. Like someone giving you a film festival leaflet out of nowhere, then your friend coming to meet you four hours later and the meeting place happens to be near the cinema that shows some movies for the festival. Then you try to buy a ticket but it is sold out. So you find out that the ‘universe looks after you’ stuff is such crap! Then you go back to buy a ticket for another movie and see a line of people waiting for the movie you want, just in case one of the invited ticket holders doesn’t show up. Then the guy at the ticket office tells the two guys in front of me that there is only one seat left!!! They turn back and leave, then the very last seat is mine… I am in with that silly smile on my face, the same smile I had when I lost my virginity or when my dad first said I could drive his car when I was 14. (And just for the record: of course the driving thing was first:) Now I am sitting on a red chair with such enthusiasm, I don’t even care if the movie is good or crap. I am only happy to be there with the silly smile on my face! Now all the lights are out, it is dark and I am all alone in that room even though there are 300 odd people around me. Then the movie turns out to be awesome. But deep down inside something is missing. The moment that should make me say to myself ‘my life won’t be the same again’. And then it comes… I stop for a brief moment and think to myself: I should go and confront all those people who are in my life and have been at some point, for things that I wanted to tell them and things I wanted to hear from them. Tell them all: what I want to do with my life, with myself! Tell them why I haven’t been able to fulfill some of their expectations. Tell them sorry for the times when I haven’t been able to be with them. Tell them I was a total jerk every time I tried to justify myself by saying I was being honest for things I did or said or didn’t for that matter. Think about telling some of them I hate them and to some I love them… Then the lights are on, I am not alone anymore, there are 300 people around me rushing to carry on their lives just like I have to do. So I leave the theatre, chicken out of doing everything I thought of and get in a taxi.

And then…

PS: The movie itself is 50/50 and a very cheesy way to put it is 100% great…